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SPORTS Rocketing TV Star A new television star was born this summer; or rather, an old, somewhat used glamor-puss came up with new material. The sport season’s top pin¬ up boy is Leo Ernest Durocher, and his material is a couple of braw, bright lads named Willie Mays and Johnny Antonelli. Thanks largely to them, the Giants have been generating wilder excitement in the video set than Howdy Doody, Roy Cohn or lady wrestlers. As midsummer came on and the Giants went ripping through the Na¬ tional League, laying waste among the enemy and sacking Brooklyn with bestial cruelty, they fired the public imagination as no team had done since the Giants passed their pen¬ nant-winning miracle in 1951. Even in Chicago, where the news¬ papers ordinarily ignore the exist¬ ence of New York, Durocher’s opera¬ tives were getting banner headlines. There were interviews with Fred Fitz¬ simmons, the Giant coach, and Frank Frisch, the Polo Grounds hero of the McGraw era; and feature stories about individual craftsmen like Marvin Grissom, the relief pitcher. After the Dodgers were racked up three times in the Polo Grounds and three times more in Ebbets Fields, there was a television documentary on how Brooklyn was taking it. Brooklyp was taking it like arsenic. One year earlier, Durocher had been a prominent candidate for a seat on a park bench. “The Giants is dead,” quoth Brook¬ lyn’s Charley Dressen, and he was disputed only by grammarians. From ambush in the press box, snipers bounced musket balls off Durocher’s bald skull. Only the defiant obstinancy of his boss, Horace Stoneham, saved the manager’s job. Twelve months later, the Little Shepherd of Coogan’s Bluff was be¬ ing acclaimed as a ring-tailed genius. His brain waves blew out picture tubes on sets tuned to the Giants’ games, and that’s where practically every set in range was tuned daily. Pundits sought his secret. They didn’t find it, because there isn’t any. Durocher is the same man¬ ager this year that he was last. He is an uncompromising competitor, a gambler and a passionate winner, and when he has men who can play ball they play it with a dash that reflects his own unique temperament. He hasn’t the patience to get opti¬ mum performance from a poor team, but no one has a sounder grasp on baseball strategy and when he has men who can make the plays he employs this knowledge with daring and effect. Among the many factors that have contributed to the Giants’ improve¬ ment on the field, the most important are Mays and Antonelli. The latter put backbone into the pitching staff. The former put fire into Giant veins. The summer’s show of shows may not have a happy ending, but it’s been wonderful to watch this far. 23